poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Every Kiss Was A Bridge (There Is No Such Thing As Death)

1
The river wants to be seen shimmering.
(Do you really think that everything can just die?)

Twisty thick arms and all
(encourage the river to grow)

lacks allow a river to feel needed
(do you really think anything can just die?)

Through the must, making bridges
(I swam it backwards)

three broken trees I kissed through the forest
(when I thought the river was dead)

every kiss was a bridge
(there is no such thing as death).


2
Do you really think that everything can just die?
(The river wants to be seen shimmering.)

Encourage the river to grow
(twisty thick arms and all)

do you really think anything can just die?
(Lacks allow a river to feel needed)

I swam it backwards
(through the must, making bridges)

when I thought the river was dead
(three broken trees I kissed through the forest)

there is no such thing as death
(every kiss was a bridge).


3
The river wants to be seen shimmering
twisty thick arms and all,
lacks allow a river to feel needed
through the must, making bridges
three broken trees I kissed through the forest
every kiss was a bridge.

Do you really think everything can just die?
Encourage the river to grow.
Do you really think anything can just die?
I swam it backwards,
when I thought the river was dead.
There is no such thing as death.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Blend of Morning Bells and Bliss